Month / June 2021

by benoitoury9

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Two of my winter needs, and some turtle news.

Catharsis: the process of bringing to the surface repressed emotions, complexes and feelings in an effort to identify or relieve them, or the result of this process. Regular exercise has taken the shape of swimming and running recently, it has been bike riding in the past. It acted as a catharsis, allowing the release of this intense, inwards and consuming energy winter never fails to bring.

Taking care of business: by opposition to procrastinating. To procrastinate takes its roots from the Latin word procrastinere ,“to put off until tomorrow”. Technologies are new, battles are ancient. In my fight against procrastination I found Internet disconnection to be a very useful tool.

Today I spent an hour at the vet. One of our turtles hasn’t been able to move its back legs for a while. It’s otherwise quite healthy and this could be just an infection which hopefully antibiotics and regular cleaning of old wounds could heal. In the process they took this really cool X ray picture.

Meet Luke the turtle, and its very healthy bone structure.

by benoitoury9

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There is a kiosk on Torquay’s surf beach, in Victoria. The food is simple,  the coffee is good. The view mesmerizing.

This morning I experienced surfing for the first time. I will come back next week, to share that experience with the kids. We’ll drive all the way and hope for another sunny day. Today delivered. Morning frosts always do.

Wearing a wetsuit skin feels like cheating the elements, taking away the sting cold water delivers to your body.

Sometimes cheating feels good.

by benoitoury9

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During Sidney’s football training I went for a walk in Newstead. Decided to go there. Claire and I could have, about ten years ago, bought this house.

The place hasn’t changed at all. Same derelict house, same disused hay shed. I forgot about the side studio and the big gum tree.

Then they started hitting me. The what if question. And all their sidekicks. What if we did buy this place. What if, what if, what if, what if. With what if, we could fit Paris in a bottle, my mother used to say, pointing at the vacuity of the exercise.

Winter has set here, the solstice about to signal the slow rise of seasons yet to come.

It feels at times like a dreadful sludge, winter. Time to not panic. Settle, warm up, and not get overwhelmed. Keep the discipline, the routine and the practices.

Trust in the transitions happening.

Soon enough I was back at the football ground. Jean waiting, Sid playing, Zsuzsa home. My friend Andy and his children invited us for a backyard fire. These are the sounds of us eating dessert around the fire.

Winter can also feel like this.

Manifesting heat. From within.